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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 6, 2016 19:05:19 GMT -7
She honestly couldn’t believe she had asked Stiles to the party. Sure they had been face to face a few times, mostly in passing and once a few days before on his birthday when she took the signed picture of Steve into him, Teresa was pretty sure that he would’ve kissed her there and then if he thought he could’ve got away with it. But she had been happy to have just got him something that he would cherish. She hadn’t got him a card and even said that but the present made up for that. Now she was going to be taking him to see the guy himself.. And it made her feel a little nervous.
It made her feel nervous mostly over the fact that no one from Mystic had been brought into her new world, sure she had invited Steve and Bucky to the Christmas party and they had turned up but other than that no one had been brought into the world she had outside of that place, well apart from Graeme. But this was Stiles and it wasn’t like she was starting to regret it, but she was definitely a little apprehensive about bringing him into her new world.
But it would be fireworks, beer, friends.. She was looking forward to having a bit of downtime with her friends. Graeme was working, much to her dislike.. But like her he was working a lot, he would help John out as much as he could and while it was lonely when she was home without him, she knew it was probably like that when she was gone too.
She was tired, there was no denying that and driving towards Stiles’ place really was taking the biscuit. What Teresa was going to do was drop the car off at the Plaza, after getting Stiles, and they could walk to Stark Tower. It was probably going to be the only way they were going to get near it. And she honestly hoped that none of them would recognise her from the magazine as she really wouldn’t want to explain it to Stiles. She found it funny, but she wasn’t sure how he would actually find it.
Teresa stopped outside of Stiles’ apartment and beeped the horn before looking up towards the window of where he was living. She did say half past eight and even though she was a little bit late, she expected him to be sat outside waiting for her but he definitely wasn’t. She turned the car off and leaned back in her seat while she checked up on Facebook. She smirked to herself when she saw that Sam had put up a status. Sam was one of those people she loved to have a laugh and joke with and he reminded her a little bit of Jackson. But of course she wasn’t going to tell the other one about well the other.
She checked her watch again and sighed to herself, if he was going to be late then she was going to have to go up there and get him. He was probably nervous, just like she was a little bit, but in the end it was going to be okay. If only they could actually get to the damn party. Teresa wanted to see fireworks, and the last thing she wanted was to be late.
Or at least later than they already were.
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Post by Ray on Jul 6, 2016 19:30:31 GMT -7
"How do I look? Do I look okay? Does this look okay?" Stiles spills free in a rush, his hands smoothing out the shoulders of his red plaid shirt. It's already half passed eight, and through the open window he can already hear Teresa laying on the horn. His hair is still a mess from the rush home from the Daily Bugle tower just ten minutes ago, the evidence of a carelessly pulled off mask clear as day. He tries to tame it with flat palms and pushing fingers, but his hair is always a mess anyway. Even without the wind and the costume and the five minute flurry to get dressed.
"Dude, you've gone to work in sweatpants before." Luke replies without even glancing up from the tablet he's sketching on.
Stiles throws his arms back down to his sides with a huff and a pout. "Okay. No need to call me out like that." Luke snorts, a small smile curling his lips. "Seriously, man. One of my literal heroes is going to be there tonight, I gotta look decent at least."
"You look fine." Luke sighs out reassuringly. He drops his head back against the cushions of the couch, and turns his big dark eyes towards Stiles. "Though I would lose the Captain America shirt if you're trying to look professional for your hero."
"I didn't hear that." Stiles pulls on his red converse and stuffs his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans. "I'll see you later tonight. Or tomorrow. I don't know which." He says as he swings his backpack onto his shoulder and grabs his keys. The door is already hanging open from his run inside, cutting off about thirty seconds of dealing with locks and doorknobs.
"Yeah, alright. Why are you taking a backpack to a party?" Luke calls after him, just noticing the red and black bag bouncing on Stiles' back.
"I was a boy scout," Stiles throws a grin back. "Gotta stay prepared." The door slams with a resounding thud.
He jumps down the three flights of stairs to the first floor, one of his neighbors taking time out of their day to poke their head out of the door and yell at him to keep it down. But he's already swinging himself out of the front doors of the apartment building and onto the city street before he has a chance to apologize. Teresa's car sits in the parking lane, Brooklyn traffic sweeping passed her. He dips into the passenger seat, throws the bag at his feet, and gives a breathless "Hi" to the dark-haired woman sitting behind the wheel.
"Sorry I'm running late." He swallows out, using the mirror once more to check his hair.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 6, 2016 19:46:23 GMT -7
Teresa had continued her conversation with Sam and kept checking the time, they really were going to be late. If he was any later then she was going to have to go up there and drag him out by his hair or just leave him behind. Either one worked really. At that thought a slight smirk pulled at her lips and when she finished talking to Sam, she shoved the cell into her brown jacket pocket, which she was actually tempted to take off. It was hot out and this jacket wasn't making it any easier.
She leaned forward and put her arms on the steering wheel before looking up, Teresa was about to move her hand and press the horn again but the door opened up and she saw Stiles coming out the apartment building and before she knew it, he was getting into the car. Her mouth was open and she then raised her eyebrow. "And you used to complain that I took too long to get ready, damn Stiles, when did you turn into a woman?" she asked and then removed her jacket, taking her phone out as she did and put it over onto the back seat. Teresa slid her cell into the space above the stereo before grabbing her seat belt and putting it on. It was definitely going to be a nightmare to get out of this parking space but if needs be she was going to force her way out.
Teresa started the car, it was the same make as her dark blue one she had. She loved her Charger but after the accident she had in it, the car had been destroyed. So her father coughed up some money and got her a new one. It was still blue, just a different colour. She waited for a moment, before she moved from the space and out onto the Brooklyn traffic. "There is no way I'm driving straight to Stark Tower, I'm ditching the car at The Plaza and we will have to walk" she said and glanced over at Stiles before putting her eyes back on the road.
It was nice to finally have a night away from SHIELD HQ. It seemed like the others had stuff to do too but whether they got called in was another thing, she hoped not but there was no way to control that at all. It was nice to finally be able to spend a night with her friends. To drink, have fun and watch fireworks all the while celebrating Steve's birthday.
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Post by Ray on Jul 6, 2016 19:58:01 GMT -7
"You try getting from Manhattan to Brooklyn in a taxi with enough time to get ready." Stiles retorts quickly, turning his head to look over at her. He's pretty sure if he had tried to get a cab, especially in the busiest part of the day on the busiest night of the year (excluding Christmas), he would still be sitting right in front of the Daily Bugle. But he's not about to admit that his arms are killing him because he didn't get a cab. He pulls his seat belt across his chest and clicks it into place, just glad that he isn't going to have to bask in the smell of the subway tonight.
"Honestly surprised you drove." Stiles admits, glancing back over his shoulder towards the traffic behind them. But Teresa merges out into the lane with only one honk, which should be a new World Record. "You'd have to chop off my legs to get me to drive in the city. And even then I'd probably just crawl." He snorts a little, settling back straight in his seat.
He's gotten fairly practiced in crawling. As weird as it sounds. And it sounds damn weird.
"So anyway. How are you?" He asks, plucking a piece of lint off of his shirt.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 6, 2016 20:12:04 GMT -7
Teresa raised her eyebrow at him before shaking her head. In honesty she had barely made it home from SHIELD HQ before a party had started up, Ali had decided to just throw a party and everyone was invited, they turned up but Teresa was the last one. It had been a long day and all she had wanted to do was get in bed but she had promised. She felt like hell the next morning and even fell asleep on the plane but hey, no one else knew about that.
She couldn't help but smile to herself because of the fact that Stiles was rambling. It was still cute and she bit down on her lip to stop herself from laughing, she wasn't in a bad mood but maybe laughing over something that still made her smile probably wasn't the best way to go with their friendship still pretty new and in the early stages. In honesty she had missed Stiles and was glad to finally be able to talk to him. They had been friends long before they ever dated and she would love to get back to that. Maybe they could, who knows. But it would definitely be a long time before she actually shared any secrets with him. Like the fact that she worked for the same government agency that Cap did and he didn't even know it.
That even though she hadn't ever wanted to hunt, she went out on missions to get the supernatural and strange artefacts.
"Yeah I'm good.. Busy but thankfully I got the day off, there was no way in hell I was going to be missing Independence Day" she said and then looked over at him before smiling. "What about you? You alright?" she slowly moved her brown eyes away from him and back to the road. In honesty she just wanted to dump her car at the Plaza and get walking, or even running, to Stark Tower. She wasn't going to admit it to him but she really wanted to give Steve a birthday kiss on the cheek. Something she hasn't been able to do before. Plus she wanted to introduce Stiles to Steve and finally get it out of the way.
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Post by Ray on Jul 6, 2016 20:36:03 GMT -7
"I'm fine. Good." Stiles corrects quickly, knowing that considering their past fine never really meant fine. And, for once, it's the truth. He's living in a big city by himself, working a shitty job for a guy who doesn't know his name but knows he doesn't like him, getting paid minimum wage, living off of New York take-out, and getting bit by fucking spiders, but hell... This past year has been the best year of his life. There have been no werewolves, no deaths of close friends, no goddamn drama or pain or horror. For once he feels strong, and in control, and happy.
Even if he's single and hopeless and running around in tights at all hours of the night.
"Just...truckin' on." He gives Teresa a half smile and a nod, deciding against admitting that becoming Spider-man might have possibly been the best thing to ever happen to him. He shuffles the bag a little down at his feet, holding it between his calves. "Aaaand sweating through my clothes already." He adds on with a slow incline of his head to the side. His heart his hammering in his chest just thinking about their destination.
And it's not like he hasn't seen Steve Rogers before. The guy attends practically every major event in New York City and Stiles just happens to be a photographer for the biggest newspaper in the country. But it's always been at a distance or through a lens or on the covers of other newspapers. Never has he actually been face to face with one of the most famous heroes in United States history.
And shit, he's Captain America for chrissake, and Stiles is about to attend his own personal Fourth of July party at Stark Tower. It's almost too good to be true. Stiles keeps waiting for the guy dressed in a Captain America costume to jump out of the backseat.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 6, 2016 20:48:39 GMT -7
Teresa looked over at him once more and smiled to herself. She was actually glad that he was good. That he had finally found somewhere he was happy. Mystic got her down some days and that was why she was glad to go on the missions with the team. But of course as far as anyone, other than Graeme, knew she was working at some big company in DC. It was somewhat true but in this company she was possibly half way to getting to Level One and for that she was actually really excited. She would get a badge and finally be part of the team. She was anyway but being the newbie was still a little hard.
She had had enough of this traffic and was glad to actually come to their stop. So she turned the wheel sharply, giving a grin before pulling up outside of the hotel. She turned the car off and pulled the keys out before clicking the lock on her seat belt and reaching over for her purse and jacket. "If we run then we might just get there before the fireworks start" she said and smiled at Stiles before she got out the car. She tossed the keys over to the valet and put her jacket on and her purse strap over her shoulder so that the actual purse was against her other hip before she moved over and grabbed Stiles' arm. "Let's go" she said and kept a grip on it as they started to run.
Teresa was actually glad to know that Stark Tower wasn't that far from the Plaza because it meant that they wouldn't have far to run and in her heels, it was working out to be a little difficult but she let go of Stiles once they were outside of Stark Tower. The same band of photographers were outside the building but she nudged her head towards the door for Stiles to follow and they went into the building and over to the elevators. She pressed the button and was glad when the doors pinged open before they walked inside. Teresa was catching her breath as she pressed the button needed for the floor they would be going up too.
The doors shut and she leaned back against the wall.
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Post by Ray on Jul 6, 2016 21:05:48 GMT -7
Teresa wastes no time in pulling Stiles with her into a run down the Manhattan sidewalk, giving him only a second to grab his backpack. But he manages to keep up with her and her determination and heels, his own converse slapping against the pavement as they weaved in between tourists and celebrators and kids throwing fire crackers over the fence of Central Park. He keeps a tight hand on the strap of his bag, almost as tight as Teresa's grip on his arm.
A couple photographers linger around the front entrance of Stark Tower, talking shit and snapping a picture of the building every once in a while. But as soon as Stiles and Teresa round the building towards the front, they perk up excitedly and stop checking their watches. "Hey, hey!" They start shouting but Teresa walks straight for the front doors without giving them a second glance. "Is there a party going on tonight?" "Who's on the invite list?" "Can we get a shot of you two?" "Nice shirt, kid!" The doors close behind them, and the excited shouts are muffled by steel and glass.
"Wow. Is it bad that I'm embarrassed by people who do the exact same thing as me?" Stiles asks as they march for the elevator, still glancing over his shoulders towards the group of now-disappointed photographers. They step into the elevator and Teresa presses the button for the roof. He hasn't even broken a sweat from the run, but Teresa is leaning back heavily against the wall of the elevator, looking like she needs a breather. The sight makes an alarm ping at the back of his skull, and immediately Stiles drops his shoulders and swipes the back of his hand across his dry forehead and does all the motions of the skinny 18-year old kid who used to wheeze after running down the hall to catch class.
"Is it hot in here?" He asks, scrunching up his nose and fanning his shirt to get some air down his chest.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 6, 2016 21:20:16 GMT -7
Teresa looks over at him and smiles softly. "Trust me, it's usually more worse out there when I come in" she admitted. "But then again I hate photographers anyway" she then realised what she had said and then laughed. "I don't mean you, of course" she bit down on her lip and checked her phone. It looked like they had made it with enough time to spare. Damn she really needed to do that again because that was amazing.
She looked up from her phone when Stiles asked if it was hot in there. "That's because I'm here" she said with a straight face and then her lips started to move at the corners. A smile pulling at her lips. "It definitely is hot and it will be much cooler on the roof, I hope" she said and pushed her cell into the back pocket of her black jeans. In honesty she wanted to get up there and get a drink down her throat. She was in dire need of one right now.
The elevator didn't stop, which she was thankful for, until they reached the roof. It was definitely going to be one of the best nights going. Celebrating both Independence Day and Steve's birthday, it was pretty much like fate for him to have become Captain America. The door pinged open and she leaned off the wall before stepping out, making sure that Stiles was with her. She knew how quickly elevator doors like to shut so she didn't want to lose him by Stiles still standing in the elevator frozen over the fact that he was going to be meeting Steve.
Teresa looped her arm with his and then said softly. "Just enjoy yourself" she said with a smile before looking her eyes forward once more and looked around.
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Post by Ray on Jul 6, 2016 21:36:58 GMT -7
Stiles raises his eyebrows at the I hate photographers anyway comment that Teresa so quickly lets loose. He's not exactly insulted. In fact, out of the two of them Stiles probably hates photographers more but only because he is one. Instead, he's just a little surprised. He can't exactly imagine her running into far too many paparazzi like the guys out front, getting in her face and asking personal questions. But then again, he doesn't know much about Teresa anymore. Ever since they broke up years ago, they've both kind of gone in extremely different ways. Teresa became friends with superheroes and Stiles, well...Stiles became a superhero.
"I'm the one who's supposed to make the bad jokes." Stiles murmurs under his breath, his brown eyes lifting the floor count above the metal doors. Silently and swiftly, the elevator rides it's way up the tower. He'd be more impressed by all the technology if he hadn't already ridden this same elevator. The last time left a bit of a sour taste in his mouth anyway. And a spider latched onto his neck.
The doors finally open right out to the rooftop -- a far nicer rooftop than Stiles has ever seen in New York. Most are gravel or tar and cluttered with utility boxes, satellites, and beer cans. But the rooftop of Stark Tower is almost as clean as a balcony. The ground is smooth, tiled concrete lined with the trademark sleek steel that Tony is famous for. There's a helicopter pad on one side, a pool on the other, and several chairs circling around a makeshift fire pit right in the center, overlooking the entire city. All the lights have been turned off save for the glow of a low-burning fire and a couple strings of red, white, and blue holiday lights wrapped around two poles that must serve as satellite towers. A group of people are already huddled in the chairs; laughing, popping open beers, and looking out across the skyline. In the growing shadows, he can't entirely make out all of their faces, but one doesn't need any introduction or second glances.
Leaning with an elbow on the steel wall, a beer in one hand and a smile stretched across his face, is Steve Rogers.
Stiles stares for a long time until Teresa loops her arm through his and pulls him forward. "Yeah. Right. Enjoy myself." Is all he can make out in reply, his eyes feeling way too big for his face.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 6, 2016 21:56:39 GMT -7
This was actually the first time Teresa had been up on the roof of Stark Tower but memories come to the surface over the fact that there had been mercenaries landing on this roof, that had been the first night she had formed a bond with Bucky and it was that bond that seemed to still be there now. Hell there was a lot of stuff that has happened since then and now. Some of them no one really wanted to hear, especially when it would reveal the threesome that they had had.
But of course the only people who knew about that was the three of them, and Nat of course. She cleared her throat and her mind of that and then slowly let go of Stiles' arm and was going to go over to where Steve was and give him a birthday kiss on the cheek when someone or rather something came bounding at her.
It was Lucky.
For a dog with one eye he definitely saw a lot more than the others right now. They were all laughing around the fire and she was there with Stiles and now Lucky. She crouched down and started to scratch behind Lucky's ear to which she got a tongue across her cheek. She laughed softly and kissed his nose. She had a dog at home and he was just like Lucky, only he had both eyes and definitely got jealous whenever she would go back home smelling of Lucky. Another smile pulled at her lips and she looked up at Stiles. "This is Lucky" she said and then stood up straight, her hand scratching behind his ear once more. She absolutely loved this pizza-loving dog. He was a beautiful animal and a few times she had told Barton that she would be taking him home with her.
She wasn't sure if Barton would like it but she was positive that Lucky would though, they could share pizza's together. It would be fun.
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Post by Ray on Jul 6, 2016 22:11:58 GMT -7
Stiles is still staring at the golden Adonis statue that is Steve motherfuckin' Rogers, when something low to the ground and fast comes rushing up to them. He looks down, surprised by the sudden movement but also the sudden appearance of a dog. It's a mutt of some sort, half golden retriever and half a dozen other breeds. Its fur is a light brown and somewhat shaggy everywhere but around its one missing eye. The other one watches him intently with interest, floppy ears slightly raised and head cocked to the side. But it seems more than content under Teresa's scratching fingers. "Lucky?" Stiles repeats questioningly, holding out a hand slightly for the dog to sniff. He huffs out half a laugh. "That's kind of a lame name isn't it?" He asks as the dog snuffles at his knuckles.
"Yeah, well, I've never been all too creative." A voice suddenly interrupts, and Stiles feels himself freeze from the top of his head all the way down to his toes. He watches, from the corner of his eye, as a tall figure steps towards them and away from the cooler hidden in the shade, his thumb popping the tab of a beer can. The newcomer sucks off the foam from the lip, but his eyes haven't quite found Stiles yet. "Good boy." Barton murmurs, giving the dog a quick scratch at the back of its neck. "Hey T." He says, looking up with a half smile. "Sam said you were coming."
Stiles is trying his hardest to look away and keep his mouth shut, his hands awkwardly going from his hips to across his chest to stuffed deep into the pockets of his jeans. But it's hard not to look at the guy who was pretty much teaching him the ropes of vigilantism. Barton has a butterfly bandage covering the scrape over his eyebrow from a scuffle two nights ago, and a bruise from Stiles' elbow right on the edge of his chin.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 6, 2016 22:29:34 GMT -7
Teresa was about to open her mouth to say that Lucky did have feelings and could very much hear what Stiles was saying but she was interrupted by another male voice and in honesty she hadn't seen him walking over towards them but that was mostly because of the fact that she had put all of her attention on Lucky. And because she knew he was probably around somewhere, it's not like Lucky had just upped and walked from his apartment, although anything is possible.
Just as possible as Stiles being Spider-Man.
She snorted quietly at that before shaking her head and then turning to look at Barton "Hey" she said with a smile. In honesty it had been a while since they had been face to face. Most of the time she was in New York City, she would drop by to see Steve and Bucky, or she had dropped Stiles' present in or hell just stayed in the City, but never had time to see Barton. They had started to drift apart and it was only times like this that they really saw each other and sometimes that wasn't enough.
Teresa had started to drift away from Barton not long after she found out that he had been dating Layla, but he wasn't dating her now and Teresa still found it hard to come back from drifting. She bit on her lip and looked in the direction of the others. "I figured he might" she said and looked back at Barton with a smile. She actually hoped that Sam hadn't told him the full contents of the conversation, mostly that she didn't want Barton to come down hard on Stiles. It was his first party and she wanted it to be enjoyable for him. Not having someone breathing down his neck over something or other. Plus she knew how he could be with people.
"Oh" she said and then remembering that she had brought Stiles with her. "Uh, Clint Barton this is my friend from High school Stiles, Stiles this is Clint or as he's called Barton" she said and looked between the both of them with a smile.
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Post by Ray on Jul 6, 2016 22:38:52 GMT -7
"I think he was trying to convince me to get my ass off of the couch." Barton smiles a little before sipping at his beer. Considering that their interactions had been limited to bank heists and costume designing, Stiles was finding it incredibly difficult to comprehend this casual conversation between Hawkeye, the dude with a bow who could easily kick Stiles' ass, and Teresa who...well was also someone with a bow who could probably kick Stiles' ass.
Stiles is pretty sure he's starting to get a headache.
"Nice to um. Meet you." Stiles falters a little bit, putting on a nervous tight-lipped smile and rubbing at the back of his neck to alleviate some of the building stress of this whole situation. Barton finally takes the time to glance towards him, eyes automatically dropping to Stiles' mouth to read his lips, when he too freezes from head to foot.
"Yeah, you-" Barton breaks off suddenly and just stares for a long moment, blue eyes flicking straight up to stare directly into Stiles' wide brown ones. There's a distinct moment of mutual recognition. A distinct moment of light-bulb realization. A distinct moment when Stiles is pretty sure a panicked scream might be building in his throat. "Oh shit." Barton blurts out, and Stiles makes a small sound of distress behind tightly clamped lips.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jul 6, 2016 22:57:04 GMT -7
Well if there was one person who could convince Barton to get his ass off the couch then she would guess that it would have something to do with her name. In honesty there had been times when she would rather join him on that couch, just being lazy and eating pizza after training but now she couldn't do that. Since working for SHIELD, a lot of her time had been spent working out with Tripp, going on missions with the team or just learning as much as she could from everyone. She was definitely tired so to have today off was one of those times she appreciated.
Teresa watched the interaction between two of a number of important people in her life, finally getting to have Stiles in her life once more was actually one of the most amazing things ever, like she said they had been friends long before they dated and she wanted to have some normality between them she still cared about him very much, especially when she had loved him in the way that she did and now she just wanted to have him in her life. Then suddenly Barton blurted 'oh shit' out and she raised her eyebrow at him.
"What?" she asked and then glanced over at Stiles before putting her dark eyes on Barton once more. It's not like him, usually, to just blurt out something... No wait, it was but this time it actually startled her and she needed to know what it was he had been blurting out about. She dropped her hand and her fingers found Lucky's ear and she scratched behind that but she kept her brown eyes on Barton and her eyebrow arched.
More than anything right now Teresa wanted to have a drink and give a kiss to the guy whose birthday party this was. She pulled her lip in between her teeth but her eyes stayed on Barton til she got the answer to the question that she had just asked.
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